There was more to Owain's nature than the passive desire of an Ancient Oak to nurture a child born beneath its boughs, and to that, Ashlynn's attention turned to the other vision the tree revealed to her, a vision of a freshly carved throne and a pair of men who looked enough like each other to be brothers and enough like Owain to be uncles.
One of them was dressed in a fine tunic in an antiquated style that Ashlynn was used to seeing on Thane, while the other wore heavy white and gold robes covered with symbols of the Church that were every bit as archaic as the ones on Ignatious's robes.
They were standing in this very Great Hall, though the beams still looked fresh and new compared to their current weathered state, and the walls had yet to accumulate as many tapestries displaying proud moments in Lothian history. As they spoke, neither man seemed able to take their eyes away from the newly made throne placed before them.
